Sleep didn’t come.Every time Elowen closed her eyes, she saw the poster. The blurred outline. The circled wrist. *LUNARIS VESSEL (LIVE LOT)* shining like a threat over her own bones.She lay on the too-soft cot in the safe room, listening to the pipes tick and the hum of the city outside, and realized she wasn’t shaking anymore.She was… coiled.Survival, up to now, had meant being small. Quiet. Good at not being seen.It hadn’t worked.If the world was going to hunt her anyway, she might as well grow teeth.By the time the dim shape of morning found the window, she’d made up her mind.***Kieran was in the main room, half perched on the arm of the couch, staring at a spread of notes and maps like he was trying to solve an impossible maze by glaring at it. Sunlight cut through the seams of the blackout curtains, turning dust motes into suspended sparks.Daire stood by the far wall, arms folded, on the phone with someone who sounded like an advocate—low, tense phrases about “contract
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